Young love invent themselves, repeating a story in which the ending never changes. At first, love appears as life's first, best promise; a way to never grow up, shouting 'we are the first who have ever lived.' It would be death to become an adult. Yet it's the choices made in the throes of infatuation that force maturity on the young pair. They have gone too far to go back, yet there is nothing ahead to move toward. What happens when a girl trades her innocence for resignation? What happens when a boy lays down his persona for a life he can't control?